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<h3>CHAPTER XXIII</h3>
<h3>Frank Tregear Wants a Friend<br/> </h3>
<p>Six or seven weeks had passed since Tregear had made his
communication to the Duke, and during that time he had heard not a
word about the girl he loved. He knew, indeed, that she was at The
Horns, and probably had reason to suppose that she was being guarded
there, as it were, out of his reach. This did not surprise him; nor
did he regard it as a hardship. It was to be expected that she should
be kept out of his sight. But this was a state of things to which, as
he thought, there should not be more than a moderate amount of
submission. Six weeks was not a very long period, but it was perhaps
long enough for evincing that respect which he owed to the young
lady's father. Something must be done some day. How could he expect
her to be true to him unless he took some means of showing himself to
be true to her?</p>
<p>In these days he did not live very much with her brother. He not only
disliked, but distrusted Major Tifto, and had so expressed himself as
to give rise to angry words. Silverbridge had said that he knew how
to take care of himself. Tregear had replied that he had his doubts
on that matter. Then the Member of Parliament had declared that at
any rate he did not intend to be taken care of by Frank Tregear! In
such a state of things it was not possible that there should be any
close confidence as to Lady Mary. Nor does it often come to pass that
the brother is the confidant of the sister's lover. Brothers hardly
like their sisters to have lovers, though they are often well
satisfied that their sisters should find husbands. Tregear's want of
rank and wealth added something to this feeling in the mind of this
brother; so that Silverbridge, though he felt himself to be deterred
by friendship from any open opposition, still was almost inimical.
"It won't do, you know," he had said to his brother Gerald, shaking
his head.</p>
<p>Tregear, however, was determined to be active in the matter, to make
some effort, to speak to somebody. But how to make an effort,—and to
whom should he speak? Thinking of all this he remembered that Mrs.
Finn had sent for him and had told him to go with his love story to
the Duke. She had been almost severe with him;—but after the
interview was over, he had felt that she had acted well and wisely.
He therefore determined that he would go to Mrs. Finn.</p>
<p>She had as yet received no answer from the Duke, though nearly a
fortnight had elapsed since she had written her letter. During that
time she had become very angry. She felt that he was not treating her
as a gentleman should treat a lady, and certainly not as the husband
of her late friend should have treated the friend of his late wife.
She had a proud consciousness of having behaved well to the
Pallisers, and now this head of the Pallisers was rewarding her by
evil treatment. She had been generous; he was ungenerous. She had
been honest; he was deficient even in that honesty for which she had
given him credit. And she had been unable to obtain any of that
consolation which could have come to her from talking of her wrongs.
She could not complain to her husband, because there were reasons
that made it essential that her husband should not quarrel with the
Duke. She was hot with indignation at the very moment in which
Tregear was announced.</p>
<p>He began by apologising for his intrusion, and she of course assured
him that he was welcome. "After the liberty which I took with you,
Mr. Tregear, I am only too well pleased that you should come to see
me."</p>
<p>"I am afraid," he said, "that I was a little rough."</p>
<p>"A little warm;—but that was to be expected. A gentleman never likes
to be interfered with on such a matter."</p>
<p>"The position was and is difficult, Mrs. Finn."</p>
<p>"And I am bound to acknowledge the very ready way in which you did
what I asked you to do."</p>
<p>"And now, Mrs. Finn, what is to come next?"</p>
<p>"Ah!"</p>
<p>"Something must be done! You know of course that the Duke did not
receive me with any great favour."</p>
<p>"I did not suppose he would."</p>
<p>"Nor did I. Of course he would object to such a marriage. But a man
in these days cannot dictate to his daughter what husband she should
marry."</p>
<p>"Perhaps he can dictate to her what husband she shall not marry."</p>
<p>"Hardly that. He may put impediments in the way; and the Duke will do
so. But if I am happy enough to have won the affections of his
daughter,—so as to make it essential to her happiness that she
should become my wife,—he will give way."</p>
<p>"What am I to say, Mr. Tregear?"</p>
<p>"Just what you think."</p>
<p>"Why should I be made to say what I think on so delicate a matter? Or
of what use would be my thoughts? Remember how far I am removed from
her."</p>
<p>"You are his friend."</p>
<p>"Not at all! No one less so!" As she said this she could not hinder
the colour from coming into her face. "I was her friend,—Lady
Glencora's; but with the death of my friend there was an end of all
that."</p>
<p>"You were staying with him,—at his request. You told me so
yourself."</p>
<p>"I shall never stay with him again. But all that, Mr. Tregear, is of
no matter. I do not mean to say a word against him;—not a word. But
if you wish to interest any one as being the Duke's friend, then I
can assure you I am the last person in London to whom you should
come. I know no one to whom the Duke is likely to entertain feelings
so little kind as towards me." This she said in a peculiarly solemn
way that startled Tregear. But before he could answer her a servant
entered the room with a letter. She recognised at once the Duke's
handwriting. Here was the answer for which she had been so long
waiting in silent expectation! She could not keep it unread till he
was gone. "Will you allow me a moment?" she whispered, and then she
opened the envelope. As she read the few words her eyes became laden
with tears. They quite sufficed to relieve the injured pride which
had sat so heavy at her heart. "I believe I did you a wrong, and
therefore I ask your pardon!" It was so like what she had believed
the man to be! She could not be longer angry with him. And yet the
very last words she had spoken were words complaining of his conduct.
"This is from the Duke," she said, putting the letter back into its
envelope.</p>
<p>"Oh, indeed."</p>
<p>"It is odd that it should have come while you were here."</p>
<p>"Is it,—is it,—about Lady Mary?"</p>
<p>"No;—at least,—not directly. I perhaps spoke more harshly about him
than I should have done. The truth is I had expected a line from him,
and it had not come. Now it is here; but I do not suppose I shall
ever see much of him. My intimacy was with her. But I would not wish
you to remember what I said just now,
if—<span class="nowrap">if—"</span></p>
<p>"If what, Mrs. Finn? You mean, perhaps, if I should ever be allowed
to call myself his son-in-law. It may seem to you to be arrogant, but
it is an honour which I expect to win."</p>
<p>"Faint heart,—you know, Mr. Tregear."</p>
<p>"Exactly. One has to tell oneself that very often. You will help me?"</p>
<p>"Certainly not," she said, as though she were much startled. "How can
I help you?"</p>
<p>"By telling me what I should do. I suppose if I were to go down to
Richmond I should not be admitted."</p>
<p>"If you ask me, I think not;—not to see Lady Mary. Lady Cantrip
would perhaps see you."</p>
<p>"She is acting the part of—duenna."</p>
<p>"As I should do also, if Lady Mary were staying with me. You don't
suppose that if she were here I would let her see you in my house
without her father's leave?"</p>
<p>"I suppose not."</p>
<p>"Certainly not; and therefore I conceive that Lady Cantrip will not
do so either."</p>
<p>"I wish she were here."</p>
<p>"It would be of no use. I should be a dragon in guarding her."</p>
<p>"I wish you would let me feel that you were like a sister to me in
this matter."</p>
<p>"But I am not your sister, nor yet your aunt, nor yet your
grandmother. What I mean is that I cannot be on your side."</p>
<p>"Can you not?"</p>
<p>"No, Mr. Tregear. Think how long I have known these other people."</p>
<p>"But just now you said that he was your enemy."</p>
<p>"I did say so; but as I have unsaid it since, you as a gentleman will
not remember my words. At any rate I cannot help you in this."</p>
<p>"I shall write to her."</p>
<p>"It can be nothing to me. If you write she will show your letter
either to her father or to Lady Cantrip."</p>
<p>"But she will read it first."</p>
<p>"I cannot tell how that may be. In fact I am the very last person in
the world to whom you should come for assistance in this matter. If I
gave any assistance to anybody I should be bound to give it to the
Duke."</p>
<p>"I cannot understand that, Mrs. Finn."</p>
<p>"Nor can I explain it, but it would be so. I shall always be very
glad to see you, and I do feel that we ought to be friends,—because
I took such a liberty with you. But in this matter I cannot help
you."</p>
<p>When she said this he had to take his leave. It was impossible that
he should further press his case upon her, though he would have been
very glad to extract from her some kindly word. It is such a help in
a difficulty to have somebody who will express even a hope that the
difficulty is perhaps not invincible! He had no one to comfort him in
this matter. There was one dear friend,—as a friend dearer than any
other,—to whom he might go, and who would after some fashion bid him
prosper. Mabel would encourage him. She had said that she would do
so. But in making that promise she had told him that Romeo would not
have spoken of his love for Juliet to Rosaline, whom he had loved
before he saw Juliet. No doubt she had gone on to tell him that he
might come to her and talk freely of his love for Lady Mary,—but
after what had been said before, he felt that he could not do so
without leaving a sting behind. When a man's love goes well with
him,—so well as to be in some degree oppressive to him even by its
prosperity,—when the young lady has jumped into his arms and the
father and mother have been quite willing, then he wants no
confidant. He does not care to speak very much of the matter which
among his friends is apt to become a subject for raillery. When you
call a man Benedick he does not come to you with ecstatic
descriptions of the beauty and the wit of his Beatrice. But no one
was likely to call him Benedick in reference to Lady Mary.</p>
<p>In spite of his manner, in spite of his apparent self-sufficiency,
this man was very soft within. Less than two years back he had been
willing to sacrifice all the world for his cousin Mabel, and his
cousin Mabel had told him that he was wrong. "It does not pay to
sacrifice the world for love." So cousin Mabel had said, and had
added something as to its being necessary that she should marry a
rich man, and expedient that he should marry a rich woman. He had
thought much about it, and had declared to himself that on no account
would he marry a woman for her money. Then he had encountered Lady
Mary Palliser. There had been no doubt, no resolution after that, no
thinking about it;—but downright love. There was nothing left of
real regret for his cousin in his bosom. She had been right. That
love had been impossible. But this would be possible,—ah, so
deliciously possible,—if only her father and mother would assist!
The mother, imprudent in this as in all things, had assented. The
reader knows the rest.</p>
<p>It was in every way possible. "She will have money enough," the
Duchess had said, "if only her father can be brought to give it you."
So Tregear had set his heart upon it, and had said to himself that
the thing was to be done. Then his friend the Duchess had died, and
the real difficulties had commenced. From that day he had not seen
his love, or heard from her. How was he to know whether she would be
true to him? And where was he to seek for that sympathy which he felt
to be so necessary to him? A wild idea had come into his head that
Mrs. Finn would be his friend;—but she had repudiated him.</p>
<p>He went straight home and at once wrote to the girl. The letter was a
simple love-letter, and as such need not be given here. In what
sweetest language he could find he assured her that even though he
should never be allowed to see her or to hear from her, that still he
should cling to her. And then he added this passage: "If your love
for me be what I think it to be, no one can have a right to keep us
apart. Pray be sure that I shall not change. If you change let me
know it;—but I shall as soon expect the heavens to fall."</p>
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